Oh my goodness! Sorry for the extremely long wait, but between surgery, massive amounts of school work, and a broken arm, it's kind of hard to get to this. Anyway, I'm going to also be starting a new story called "Brighter" so be ready for that too. Ok, on with the story!

Ludwig groaned as the bright morning light streamed through he still un-shut window. He rolled onto his side and pulled the quilt over his head trying to block out the nuisance that was so very rudely trying to awaken him.

"HEY BRUDER!" Suddenly Ludwig's door flew open, and was very nearly knocked off of its hinges as an overly energetic for this time of morning Gilbert barged into his room and jump-tackled him out of bed. So much for trying to get a little extra sleep.

"Ack! Gilbert what the hell?"

"Oh mein Gott bruder, you'll never guess what happened! Oh, it's terrible, it's horrible, it's the worst thing that has ever happened ever! It probably happened during the middle of the night too, so no one even knows it happened!"

Ludwig sighed; he knew that Gilbert tended to over react when stuff happened.

"What is it?"

"All the Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal is gone! A thief much have broken into our house and taken it!" Gilbert paused glancing sideways, "Urm… why's your window open?"

"I don't know, I woke up last night and it was just open."

"Le-gasp, that must be how the cereal thief must have gotten in! Come now Ludwig, let us investigate!"

"Gil, when I woke up last night I ate the rest of the cereal m'kay? It's not really that big of a deal!" Ludwig rubbed at his eyes. "Anyway, what time is it?"

"Adventure time, now come on, get up!"

Ludwig groaned again and sat up from his position on the floor. He wasn't extremely hungry, so he decided that he would just take a longer shower instead. After a rather uneventful 15 minutes in the shower, changing, and eventually deciding on eating a pop-tart, Ludwig was off to school. He strolled over to the bus stop, but was surprised when he didn't see Feliciano.

'Isn't this where we always met to go to school?' Ludwig wondered, but then thought back to yesterday. 'Perhaps Feliciano is still upset with me and decided to go to school a different way.' Ludwig nodded to himself and, assuring himself of this, continued to wait for the bus. When he got to school he simply got his belongings from his locker and headed out to his first hour class. His first class of the day was math, and this was one of the hours that he shared with Feliciano. Stepping into the room Ludwig looked around to see if he could spot Feliciano. The seat that he usually sat at was empty.

"Huh, maybe he's sick." Even though he told himself this he could feel the anxiety mounting inside him. Trying to ignore the feeling Ludwig took his seat, opened his notebook, and prepared himself for class.

The bell signaling the end of the day had just rung and Ludwig was heading back to his locker to get packed up. All day he had been worrying about Feliciano, and he decided it was best to he call him and see what was going on. After getting all of materials together Ludwig walked out the same rusting doors as yesterday and fished his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Feliciano's number and listen as it rung.

"Hi, this is Feliciano! Uh, I'm not there right now, so if you leave me a message I'll make sure to get back to you as soon as possible, okay? Bye, bye!"

"Strange," Ludwig murmured while staring at the device in his hand, "Not in all the many years that I've known him I've never heard his voicemail once." Shaking his head Ludwig decided that he should probably call his house number just in case he hadn't heard his phone ringing. Ludwig dialed the second number and waited a moment, listening to it ring before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Urm, hello. Mrs. Vargas?"

"Oh yes, yes Ludwig dear that's me."

"Uh, yes, um is Feliciano there?"

"No why?"

"Well, he wasn't at school today, so I assumed that he was sick or something."

"…"

"Mrs. Vargas?"

"…"

"Mrs. Vargas!"

"He wasn't here in the house this morning when I woke up, so I thought he had just left early for school." Mrs. Vargas' voice was but a whisper, and it shook when she spoke.

"WHAT," Ludwig shouted into the receiver, "if he's not there then where is he!"

"I'm calling the cops," Mrs. Vargas shouted thorough heaving breaths, "and get over to my house as soon as possible! You need to help me look for him!"

"Right!" Ludwig responded and hung up. He ran as fast as he could over to the Vargas household, and when he arrived, slammed his fist into the door and was immediately pulled into the home by no other than Lovino Vargas.

"Bastard! What did you do to my fratello? Where is he?"

"Lovino, calm down. Ludwig is here to help us look for him." Feliciano's mother was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, looking much paler than anyone was use to seeing her. Everyone in the house jumped as they heard another loud banging on the door. Ludwig opened and led the police officer standing there into the house.

"So one of your kids has gone missing?" The officer asked coolly as if nothing was wrong.

"How the hell can you be so calm at a time like this you fu-" Lovino started to go at the officer, but Ludwig held him back and attempted to quiet him. The officer gave Lovino a hard glare but then turned back to Mrs. Vargas and asked,

"What time approximately did he go missing?"

"Sometime during the night I suppose."

The officer scribbled something down on a notepad that he was carrying and then said,

"All of you, come with me. I'll ask more questions later." He then lead all of them out the door, into his car, and down to the police station.

Nearly six hours later Ludwig was back at his house throwing anything he could get his hands on at random objects. After they had been taking to the police station and being asked a million more questions they had finally started to search for Feliciano, yet came up with nothing. Now Ludwig just couldn't help himself. He was so worried about Feliciano and now he just had to take his frustration out on something, and since he was limited with his options and opted for smashing things. He picked up the toaster and chucked it as hard as he could at the kitchen window. The glass shattered and pooled on the counter and floor. Ludwig sat down amidst the broken shards and squeezed his eyes shut to block the tears that were threatening to spill. Just at that moment the front door opened and Gilbert stepped into the house.

"Oh mein gott! What happened?"

Ludwig stared at his brother murderously and charged past him and up the stairs.

"Ludwig! Ludwig! Bruder what's wrong?"

A loud crash was heard from upstairs. Ludwig didn't respond.